In transit, the Swiss edition: Be quiet!

After a day in Lucerne, I’m on the train back to Geneva, sitting across from a group of Americans. The loud sort; physically unable to speak softly, I think.

In the niiiicest possible way (in accordance with my newly adopted ‘kill’em with kindness’ experimental philosophy), I point out that they’re in the quiet car. They take it well, all apologetic like. But now one of them has a laughing attack – WHILE trying to be quiet! She looks – and sounds – like she’s about to choke. It’s hilarious! So now I’m laughing, too. In fact, the whole quiet car is in stitches.

PS By the time we reached Geneva, the whole carriage was invited to Boise.